"Young man, what do you want, money or power?'1"

"As long as you let me go, you can agree to any request, even the shares of the Cui Group." 1

In the luxurious room, the old man with a cane in one hand was full of anger.

He looked at Han Mu with a majestic look on his face.

The aggressive eyes are like a falcon, which makes people shudder.

There is nothing in this world that money and power cannot buy.

If there is, it can only show that the price tag is not high enough.

When he was young, he always thought that there are real love and women who are not moved by money in this world.

And he has been looking forward to meeting a woman who is loyal to him.

Until I was in school, I fell in love with a female teacher.

That woman has a rich husband.

He pursued in every possible way to no avail, and the woman disdained him.

until he revealed his identity.

That man sent his newly married wife to his car that night.

And the female teacher, who was always stern to him, knelt down in front of him like a dog.

He left disappointed.

When I was about to graduate, I met a woman I loved.

He no longer remembered how much he loved her back then.

He even thought about giving up all power and family marriage, just to be with her.

And that woman loved him so much.

He worked hard and worked hard with him, and even was almost killed by a car trying to save him.

He thought this was the only true love in her life.

Then, he saw the woman get into a luxurious car.

Since then he has clearly known one thing.

Everything in this world has its own weight.

The so-called love and loyalty will also choose to betray when they have enough chips.

A second ago, a woman who loved you enough to die for you.

In the next second, you may be regarded as a stranger for 10 million cold yuan.

Love you may be true.

But when someone offers a price higher than your insistence on love, love becomes an exchangeable commodity.

Will you be willing to give you 1 million cold yuan and let you sell your body once?

You say love is priceless.

What about 10 million cold yuan and 1 billion cold yuan?

Just carry your husband behind your back and put in an hour of effort without anyone knowing.

In the time of a nightmare, you can earn money that you will never earn in a lifetime.

From now on live a life of worry-free clothing and food.

And the price is just to go home to take a shower, wash clean, show a bright smile, and greet her husband who is about to go home from work.

Do you choose to reject or choose to accept?

And power is a more valuable currency than money.

"You are quite alive."

Han Mu ignored the old man's topic.

Cui Zhijia, mention this name, perhaps not many people remember.

But if you talk about his identity, 90% of the people in the cold country will still remember him.

Chairman of the Cui Group.

One of the ten most powerful people in the cold country.

Compared to the (dafa) power and money in the mouth of this old man.

What Han Mu is more interested in is that he can live to this day.

Most of the survivors in the base are young adults between the ages of 20 and 40.

There are not only elderly people over fifty or sixty years old, but the number is less than one in a thousand.

90% of the elderly have become zombies in the place where the virus broke out.

So, I have to say that this old man's luck is really good.

"The people of the Dragon Country are the people of the Dragon Country, and they don't have the etiquette of our Dahan Ming Clan.

Seeing Han Mu ignoring him directly, a trace of anger flashed on the old man's face, and he sarcastically whispered.

In his capacity, even the president would bend over and salute him when he saw him.

When have you ever been treated so rudely.

"Oh?"

Han Mu turned his head slowly and looked at the old man with a smile on his face.

"It seems that President Cui doesn't know what the situation is now.

He waved his hand behind him.

A few cowardly survivors came over.

"How can you let President Cui live in such a low-level place, and take President Cui outside quickly.

Han Mu reprimanded in a low voice.

A smile slowly appeared on the old man's face.

Sure enough, as long as he shows his identity, he gives enough chips.

No matter where he goes, these people will give him enough preferential treatment.

"By the way, the garbage dump outside the base should have been cleaned up, so let's arrange President Cui to rest there first.

"The cool breeze and the beauty of the night sky are worthy of the identity of President Cui.

The smile on his face froze.

The old man looked at the smiling man in front of him in disbelief.

"Why, still not satisfied?"

"Well, then live by the morgue!

"You guys don't do it, do you want me to do it myself?"

Without the slightest emotion in his eyes, he looked at the few survivors around him.

Although there was a faint smile on his face.

There was an inexplicable sense of oppression in the air.

Several survivors trembled.

Without thinking about the identity of this old man, if they offended the chaebol in this base, they would not necessarily be unlucky.

But if they offend this man, they will definitely die.

They saw the fate of those lighthouse soldiers with their own eyes.

Kill if you don't agree!

Their leader, Lord, is not someone to talk to.

But a decisive tyrant!

"Axi, how dare you!"

The old man who was lifted up by several survivors struggled hard.

"Let me go, do you bastards want to die? I'm the president of the Cui Group!"

"One sentence can put you in jail!

P!

Han Mu slapped him over.

The terrifying strength almost slapped the old man to death.

He shook his palms in disgust, as if he had touched a piece of shit.

"If he doesn't know what it means to shut up, just come here."

"I don't like to hear dogs bark the most, understand?"

Look at that gentle smile.

Several survivors shuddered and nodded frantically.

"Don't be too scared, I'm not a devil after all."1

His eyes turned to the old man who was completely stunned and full of fear.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.

It's the end of the world, and you still think you're the chaebol who is under one person and over ten thousand people?

Taking money and power to make deals with him, the current Han Yuan thinks it's too hard to wipe his ass, as for power?

Do I still need you to give my power?

Brain infection is stupid, are you?

See how old you are, give you two points.

But if you racist against Lao Tzu.

I'm not used to you.

The wailing President Cui was directly pulled out, accompanied by a few crisp slaps in the middle.

"In the future, if you encounter this kind of old thing that doesn't know what to do, just throw it into the morgue for two days.

"If you don't say it: jargon, just bury it."

Han Mu unbuttoned his neckline and looked at Kim Jiyeon, who was beside him with a bright face.

Anyway, this kind of waste can't create any value in life.

As for taboos?

Now, he is not afraid of anything except missiles and nuclear bombs.

In this base, other than him, no one is qualified to pretend.

what!

"Oppa, has anyone ever said you're attractive?"

Kim Ji-yeon's eyes shone brightly, and her heart has never been beating like it is now.

With a wave of your hand, you can decide the life and death of a top chaebol.

She has never felt the power this man has so intuitively like now.

Isn't that what she dreams of?

"Such an obvious thing needs to be said, am I not handsome before?"

"Handsome, but never as charming as today!"

Han Mu pouted, hehe, woman.

hypocritical!

Just as he was about to leave, his neckline was suddenly grabbed by a pair of white jade hands.

A pair of eyes full of water mist came over and exhaled like blue.

Han Mu, who was caught off guard, was pushed into the corner by the woman.

A blurred voice rang in his ears.

"Don't go, love me!"

Blue veins pop up on Han Mu's forehead, can a big man be slapped by a woman?

How can this be endured?

Can bear or man?

"Woman, you died today!".

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